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translator: Eve
editor: xiin

By the time Xiao Yuanmu caught up, the backstage area was already closed off. Non-staff members were not allowed to enter.

The bodyguard could tell that Xiao Yuanmu was a wealthy person just by his aura. Therefore, he was polite while denying him access and even asked, “Sir, who do you want to speak to? Perhaps I can help you get in touch with them.”

Xiao Yuanmu didn’t want to disturb Song Xuanhe right now because he knew how important this show was to the other party. Therefore, he said, “No need.”

Louis had also caught up at this point. He so happened to catch sight of Xiao Yuanmu turning around.

“What’s up?” Louis asked, “Are you not going to see Song?”

Xiao Yuanmu nodded and spoke flatly, “He needs to focus.”

Louis walked back with him, a smile on his face. “Let’s go. The show’s about to start. I was moved by the designs I saw in your office. I can’t wait to see his products. I think that his designs suit me well. Actually, everything would look good on me.”

Xiao Yuanmu gave him a mild glance and then spat out three cold words: “Doesn’t suit you.”

“Impossible.” Louis shook his head, a sliver of arrogance in his voice. “Trust me. Very few designers would decline the chance to see their clothing on me. Song wouldn’t be an exception.”

Xiao Yuanmu quickened his pace and didn’t bother casting the other party another look.

Twenty minutes passed and the show formally commenced.

All of the guests were already seated for the show. Some people were discussing the designs on the stage with hushed voices. There was undisguised admiration and praise for the style. Of course, many more people were focused on Xiao Yuanmu, Louis and Guan Zhi in the front row.

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There was no way the majority of these guests had come to a no-name designer’s debut show for the sake of the designer. Their motives were obvious–they had come for a chance to get to know a few of these bigshots who were difficult to meet under normal circumstances. Xiao Yuanmu was one example.

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Even if they couldn’t hold a conversation with these big shots, or even receive their business cards, being able to sit in the same place and watch the same show as them was already something they could brag about in the future.

While there were some people who were able to control their excitement, some people couldn’t.

One middle-aged man brought a pretty young man with him as they made their way through the neat aisles. They crowded into the front row, grins on their faces as they reached Xiao Yuanmu. The middle aged man greeted Xiao Yuanmu with an excited tone, “Mr. Xiao, do you remember me? we met at a banquet back in the Capital.”

The easygoing music that signalled that the start of the show would soon begin was already playing. The guests who knew of the rules had already settled down. The majority of those who weren’t familiar with the rules had also lowered their voices. Therefore, this man’s voice was especially clear.